My dear, I can see it in your eyes
The way your head droops and vision fades
The flinch of your fingers
Shrinking away from touch
The hollow smiles and haunted perceptions
The second life
My dear, I do not know the inner workings of your mind
The way your heart beats when you see something
You love
The soft touch of your hand and the
Flutter of your eyelashes as you sleep
The quiet hums you make with the music when you think
No one is listening
My dear, I do not know your soul
I do not know how much it aches to be seen
To be loved
I do not know the hurt you go through
I do not know your pain
I do not know the tears you shed, only
That you shed them
But my dear, I want you to believe
That you can do this
That you are stronger than this
That although words may pierce your heart and break your skin
They can never, will never, be enough to
Take away your life
To put your soul to waste
My dear, you need to believe
That although inside your pretty head no one
Cares
The truth is, you are a beacon of hope
To those struggling to go on
You are an emblem of strength
For those faltering
My dear, I want you to know that
You are a survivor
They have pushed you down
Penetrated your innocence and
Corrupted your body
They have stripped away your skin
And exposed your virgin heart
My dear, I am telling you that
You are a survivor
You fall and you fight
You will come back just as strong
Twice as strong
Three, four, five times
You will stand up and you will win
My dear, we are all broken people
Sew your splintered heart together and
Nurture your fragmented dreams into something greater
Greater
Shelter your vulnerable soul
Don’t listen to the voices in your head
Believe in yourself
Trust in yourself
Know you can do this
You are a survivor
You are a survivor, my dear
-Z
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